Oct
20
I haven’t known soft lips in many months.
The cared for asses flat, mine sits upon the front.
In death, in death, indeath, im sure it all
seems but a dream, but i haven’t dreampt
of death at all, your eyes is all i’ve seen.
Nameless yes, but time to time, I set you for a day.
promptly then, in another form, you steal yourself away.
How can I know you then? If you wish to run about?
When your hazel eyes turn brown again, I crash in awe,
you walk right out.
On behalf of men I propose
To crown queen atop king and all,
I wish to bow to every dame, tip my hat
from wall to wall.
In humble praise of you,
as you dart appirate and stealth,
every footfall, ground I’ve kissed,
hoping to see you in good health.
